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Saturday, May 7, 2016

Mothers and Moms

Today is Mother's day.

It is a bittersweet day for many who have lost children or moms for whatever reason. When I sat down to write a post for today I started to look though some of the others I had published over the years. It got me to thinking about what it means to me to be a mom.

I would also like to include some of the most amazing Dad's who have to do BOTH jobs in this salute.

I am so fortunate to have my three beautiful children making my heart smile and my chest swell with pride every day, but I just could not find any words that fit more than this.

Every mom is different - just as every child is different.

So...I decided to share the first Mother's Day post I ever did...(with a few slight edits) there is something for everyone, and I think it is perfect for today.

Please read to the end...

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, 'It's okay honey, Mommy's here.'

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.

And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies in and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or hockey or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. And that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?' they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world,' and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.

And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies.

And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight, Moon' twice a night for a year. And then read it again, 'Just one more time.'

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school.

And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?' in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college -- or have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year old dyes their hair green.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good mother anyway?

Is it patience?

Compassion?

Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart?

Is it the ache she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home?

Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...

And for mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

For Step Mothers and Adoptive mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

For Mothers who didn't have a great example of how to be a Mom, but still try.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.

For all of us...

Hang in there.

In the end we can only do the best we can.

Tell them every day that we love them.

And pray and never stop being a mother...

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO YOU ALL!!!

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...and to my three beautiful (and no so little) children...Thank you for being who you are and for making your mom so very proud. I love you forever!

Until next week…when hopefully I have time to share more of my Tootsieness….happy weekend!!!

*)*)*) Thought for the Day: "Irony is the ability to love someone and not like them."

So beautiful and true, I can relate to so many of these, from listening for the key in the door, or for me the beeping of the micro wave...to praying for his safe return for the Army. You never out grow your love for your child.Hope you have a great Mother's Day.Molly

Hope you had a great Mother's Day! I have a question. A while ago I read somewhere about what to put at the bottom of large planters so you don't have to fill completely with potting soil as it is a waste because you don't need that much. I can't remember what it was. Would you have any ideas? Thanks

hey girl friend, i hope you had a good mothers day, and oh my gosh this story you wrote on mothers sums it all up, everything is so true. Im at the letting go stage..lol thank you so much for stopping over and for your kind comments on our living room. My husband loves his ottomon, coffee tables just dont work in our home, we are too casual and everyone loves to put thier feet up and relax...lol we got this one at Canaadian Tire made by the Debbie Travis line.hugsjanet